By Kandace Krobins3@bellsouth.net
Date: 10 January 1999

Tears

Sometimes I cry
Tears stain my shirt
I don't even know why
All I know is hurt

What are tears?
My body's way of dealing
With all my fears?
With how you hurt my feelings?

I've lost hope
I've lost sight
Without you it's hard to cope
Nothing feels right.